Step in real close, I hit your throat with the razor You wanna live or die, it's your decision Talk shit, you're dissin' I got you in my night vision
,trucks up high Beepers connecting players to big-time deals With all of this technology who needs to steal Just live a life of leisure every night and
my shit and I don't give a damn Roll up, your eye will get swoll up Suckers who flexed yo, their deaths got tolled up, holled up 'Cause I'm not the
the place to be My name is MC Ice-T I got the Rhyme Syndicate with me We about to tear stuff up, y'all feel good? Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate
you when did everybody become so sensual caught up in the he say, she say blog sites, him and her, broke up World star, Nah right dumb fans, they believe, everything that y'all
I don't care if you wreck my car or shave off all my hair You can go and run your vacuum during my favorite show And I'll let you call up folks in Europe
razor thin light beer in my cup, And my sweater on turtle with the neck on buff Huge turtle neck and my chain so skinny Beer light all night, stand
still puffin night to day but why did my life have to be this way I rock Velour suits, flavors like mixed fruits my loot give recoup razors in my suit
associate with me I'd rather, get busy to the third degree 'Cause the war populations are If this was the street, my razor would be a mack demon Hit you up
Up in Harlem every Saturday night Where the highbrows get together It's just too right, they all congregate and all night hop And what they do is ooh
control myself for ya I think about it all the time And I just wish I could think about something else And I, I... I'm gonna break it up, tear it up
ready to die, I'm ready to squeeze Fuck it, I ain't backing down or backing up I got that bomb shit - you get blowin up When my razor touch ya head
'll shatter your ambitions of being top dog As we move through the stage floor I need to bass more So I can taste it and make y'all go AWOL and lose it
niggas cock-blockin' and plottin' Waitin' for my downfall, street got options Fuck y'all, y'all can ball, I'ma stay rockin' All emcee's paused when they
Dawg Yes Kamal Busta Bus What up? Yo Reggie Noble yo it's time to step up Yo yo I'm just a ill nigga who don't got it all up stairs Riding dick, get
ya all, from the charts to ghetto stars Face Triple Seis, the God of War like Mars That leave MC's smashed but my Squad is odd Y'all never seen relish
hard when I cum Ain't no way we goin' to sleep, not befo' we see the sun Can you make that happen, girl? I'm all night, all day with this mackin', girl
some some, some somebody Coolin' in a club on a Saturday night Gettin' fucked up with the boys and feelin' all right When I saw this bitch who had to